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Archiving old fic: The Delivery – The X-Files – Mulder/Krycek

08/27/2011 Posted by walterh

The Delivery, by Squidgie (from the mid 1990s)

This story involves male/male sex, in explicit terminology. In other
words, if you don’t like this kind of thing or you’re under the legal
age for your area, well, you can just get the heck outta here!

This story is my Krycek/Mulder sex story with Pendrell overtones. All
characters are owned by FOX/1013/X-Files. I’ve just borrowed them and
written the good bits that Chris Carter hasn’t. *grin*

Mucho-mucho thanks and big squidgie hugs go out to my editor, Panda.
I’m not always the most coherant person, and she made sense out of
my electron scratch for me. (Yes, sweetie… I *AM* going through a bit
of a Krycek fantasy-phase at the moment, why do you ask? *grin*) Also,
big thanks and hugs go out to DarkBrat for allowing me to borrow the
Pendrell concept for this story. More mucho thanks to Steff, my
cybersis, who got me into writing again.

Feedback is much appreciated. Send to walterh@squidge.org

****************************************************************************

Alex Krycek entered Fox Mulder’s apartment building, careful to stay within
the safety of the shadows. He knew this place well, having come here several
times when he was Mulder’s partner, and even more when he was monitoring
Mulder for his former boss. The paint on the walls, the carpet that lined
the hall, and the smell of the building brought back feelings in him. Most
were just a familiarity, though some were feelings of desire. Sure, he had
been interested in Mulder. But his life with Brian Pendrell, during his time
as Mulder’s partner in the Bureau, was all that he needed. That is, until
Brian tossed him aside for the chance at being with Mulder’s partner, Scully.
Alex’s memories of his life with Brian, which had put a smile on his face,
transformed to that of betrayal at the thought.

Krycek took a mental step back, put all of these thoughts out of his head, and
concentrated on his mission. Sure, Mulder would be suprised to see him, but
he had to meet with him. Alex had important information for him – information
that would help the now-ailing Scully. He’d learned of her condition through
one of his contacts in DC, and felt compelled to help. After all, it was
something he had to do. It couldn’t make up for the loss of her sister, in
which he had taken part, but at least he could help prevent Scully’s death.
And, so what if Mulder was suprised. Besides the information Alex had to
offer, he also had a little matter of personal payback to give to Mulder.

As he approached the door, he could hear Mulder speaking to someone – someone
he couldn’t place and hadn’t counted on. “Who could he be in there with?”
Alex asked himself. “I saw him enter alone.” Krycek put his ear to the door,
careful to make no noise, and listened in to the muffled conversation inside.

“…yeah, and can I get a a six-pack of coke with that? Yeah, a large combo,
extra cheese, no bellpeppers, and a six-pack of coke. Cash. Yeah. Thanks.”

Alex heard a beep and realized this was the sound of Mulder’s phone being
turned off. “So, hungry Mulder?” he laughed to himself. “Well, I’m sure
you’ll like this pizza.” And with that, Krycek left the apartment door, and
slipped back into the shadows.

The brunette driver pulled up to the building, cursing her Corolla as she did
so. “You stupid thing! I’m taking you back to that damn mechanic, and hope
that he finds that friggin’ rattle before I go deaf.” As she pulled the key
from the ignition, she leaned over to grab the food and drink, only to be
stopped by her wayward seatbelt. “AARGH! That’s IT! Tomorrow, I’m sending
you over a cliff myself!” With a quick snap, she released the seatbelt and
stepped out of the car. Her eyes glanced over the apartment number, then up
to glare at her source of most recent aggravation. With a quick kick, she
turned and headed up to make the delivery.

As she approached the building, a dark haired man seemed to slide out from the
darkness and into her path. His deep green eyes greeted her, and were joined
by a smiling face. “Good, you’re here… I’m starving” he said to her.

“Hello… You, um,” she glanced at her delivery slip “Mulder? Apartment 42?”

“Yeah, that’s me. I just decided to take a little walk. Glad I ran into
you. How much I owe you?”

Handing the food to him, she sayed, “It’s $15.42. Or, I’ll give it to ya for
free if you have a baseball bat I can borrow for a few minutes so I can have
a little heart to heart with my car over there.”

Her customer laughed, his green eyes twinkling like the stars they stood under.
“Good one.” Alex put the box and sodas down on the nearby steps, then searched
his pockets and pulled out a wad of bills. “Here you go,” he said, handing her
a twenty, “and keep the change.”

Her eyes smiled at this. “Thanks, guy! First decent tip I’ve gotten all night.
Damn cheap bastards in this neighborhood, for the most part. Thanks!” With
that, she turned and headed back to her car.

“Oh, hey! Um, how much for the hat?” he asked, his question greeted with a
most curious look. “I’d really like to buy at hat from you.” When her look
continued unabated, he added, “I’ve always wanted one.”

“Yeah right,” she commented back. “I come back to the store without any part
of my uniform, and my boss docks my salary ten bucks.”

Krycek pulled out two more twenties out of his pocket and handed them to her,
then removed the hat and perched it atop his head. “Thanks!”

“For an extra twenty, you can have the car, too!”

“Sorry… No need. But thanks for this!” and he waved his new prize at her.
With that, Krycek turned and walked up the stairs to Mulder’s apartment.

—–

The knock on the door brought Mulder back to reality. After twelve
greuling hours at the office, he decided to finish his paperwork at home,
rather than in his basement office. Work lately had been a bit more of a
chore, as he thought of it. On top of his regular duties and his boss riding
his ass for every little thing, he was now concerned about his partner. Though
she jokingly threatened him with bodily harm if he changed any aspect of how
he treated her because of her illness, he still did it. He couldn’t help it;
it was his protective mechanism kicking in. He rose from the table, and started
for the door. As he reached through his pockets to get his cash, he glanced
though the peephole in his door, and was greeted with the sight of a red hat
worn by the delivery person. He opened the door with one hand, and continued
counting his money. “How much do I owe you?” he asked, still focused on his
money.

“This!” was the reply. With that, Mulder looked up, only to be struck
in the face by the glancing blow of a fist. Mulder was knocked off his feet,
turning slightly as he fell, ending up lying face down on his floor. In an
instant, the intruder was upon him, holding him down. As Mulder realized
what was happenning to him, he recognized the owner of that voice – the owner
of the body that was now pinning him down after a surprisingly short struggle.

“Krycek, what the fuck are you doing?” Mulder thrashed under Krycek, but
the years of being on the run had produced surprising strength in his captor
and given him the advantage. He looked around, lifting his head to search
for his weapon. But with one arm pinned under himself and his other arm
pinned by Krycek’s impressive strength, he finally gave in. “What do you
want, Krycek?”

“I came here to talk to you, Mulder. I’ve got something for you. Some
information that will help Scully.”

“Yeah right. Then why the hell did you just punch me in the face?”

“Well,” Alex started, “Actually, that was payback for every friggin’ time
you hit me, Mulder.” Alex maintained his weight on his former partner, not
letting up yet. There was little need, as Mulder had finally quieted down
to listen to him. But all the thrashing, and now with their bodies so close,
Alex realizled the effect Mulder was having on him. Alex tried not to think
how long it had been since he was so close to a male body, much less one that
was as beautiful as Mulder’s. “Now, are you going to listen to me?” he asked,
letting his grip on Mulder lessen just slightly.

“Fine” Mulder gave in. “Just get the fuck off me.”

Alex complied, though he felt the loss as his now fully erect cock was no
longer nestled between the cheeks of Mulder’s ass. He quickly turned and
adjusted himself, then sat down on the couch and watched Mulder rise from
his prone position on the floor. “OK, so let’s have it.” Mulder told him,
mentally judging his proximity to his gun, just in case.

“Mulder, I’m not going to shoot you. If I’d wanted to do that, you’d be
on the floor bleeding by now.”

Mulder nodded an acknowledgement. It seemed that Alex did know him as well
as he thought he did. “I don’t know, Krycek. Can’t be too careful around
a rat-bastard like you. What is it that you want to talk about?” Mulder’s
eyes searched Krycek, as his face displayed the lack of trust he had for
his former partner.

Alex reached into his jacket pocket, producing a silver container. Opening
it, he showed Mulder small tubes, each containing an orangish liquid. “This,”
he started, “is what they’ve done to Scully. When she was abducted-”

“Which YOU took part in, you bastard!”

“Hey, I was following orders. You had your boss, I had mine. You had your
job to do, and so did I.” Mulder looked at him with a mixture of contempt
and disgust blazing across his face. He began again. “When she was abducted,
they gave her a dose of this. This is what caused the cancer she’s got now.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know. All I know is that I had a hell of a time trying to get this.
All you have to do is get it analyzed, and a therapy can probably be derived
from it.”

A look of distrust overcame Mulder’s face. “Why should I trust you?” he
began. “How do I know this isn’t just some trick, or something that will
make her worse?”

Krycek’s expression went from having what Mulder considered to be a normal
conversation (for Krycek at least), to that of a person with a painful past.
“We all have demons in our past, Mulder.” he said, glancing away from Mulder’s
face. “And if you had the chance to get rid of one, you’d do the same as me
and you know it.” It didn’t take another word for Mulder to see the honesty
and realize he was being told the truth.

Mulder reached over and took the vial from his former partner. “Where to get
this analyzed…” Mulder wondered aloud, starting to search his brain for a
confidential place to have it done.

“I’ve got an idea where” Krycek said, laughing quietly to himself. “Brian
owes me one, and I know he can keep it to himself. We can trust him.” He
thought to himself /And of course I can see how the little bugger is making
out with Scully/.

Mulder got a wondering look, which was now beginning to duplicate itself on
Krycek’s face. “Brian…Pendrell? Is that who you mean?”

Krycek didn’t like the vibes he was now getting from Mulder. “Yeah, why do
you say it like that? What’s wrong, did he quit the Bureau or something?”
He forced a nervous laugh, not wanting to hear Mulder’s reply.

His former partner crossed the room and sat next to him, which reminded Krycek
of a film he once saw where the person sitting on the couch delivered grave
news of the other person’s beloved. As he remembered this, his face began to
drain of all colour. “Krycek, Pendrell was killed a couple of months ago.
He was in a bar, celebrating Scully’s birthday when he took a bullet meant
for another man.” As the final words left Mulder’s mouth, Alex’s felt himself
begin to go limp, causing endless wonder for Mulder. “Alex, what’s wrong?”

Krycek tried to get to his feet, but felt himself collapse onto the floor.
He body was overflowing with emotion, as if every part of himself were
about to betray him. /It couldn’t be, could it? My Brian is still alive.
He *must* be/ he thought to himself, as his eyes welled up with tears. “No,”
Krycek kept saying, drawing himself up into a fetal position. Though Brian
had ended their relationship, and Alex had hated him for it, try as he wanted
to, his love for Brian had never waned.

Mulder watched Krycek crumple upon the floor, trying to fathom what had brought
this on. He had never seen such a display since Scully’s mother had said
goodbye to her daughter and husband… /No/ he thought to himself. /Krycek
and Pendrell must have been lovers./ That was the only explanation. Mulder
found himself on the floor next to Krycek in an instant, extending his arms
around him, trying to comfort him. “Alex, I had no idea… I’m so sorry”
he said, as Alex sobbed in his arms. Mulder gently rocked him, trying as he
could to take the pain away. For as long as Alex had been on the road
the need to supress his emotions had been too great, but this was the final
straw. He continued to sob uncontrollably, as the two rocked back and forth.

As Mulder gently stroked Krycek’s dark, silklike hair, he began to wonder
what to do. They had been on the floor for what seemed like forever, and
Krycek’s sobbing continued feverishly. But he couldn’t keep him on the
floor for too long. As Mulder looked around, he saw that his bed was,
for the most part, free of books and papers. His bed was more like a
book shelf or filing cabinet, as he always felt more comfortable sleeping
out on the couch, like a guest in his own home. He gently put his arm
underneath Krycek’s shoulder, and began to raise them both from the floor,
slowly making their way to the next room.

The bedroom door had been mostly opened, but the bulk of two men would not
fit through easily. Mulder kept hold of Krycek while kicking the door the
rest of the way open. As they approached the bed, he pulled Krycek near
him and positioned their bodies on the side of the bed closest to him.
He knelt down, rolling Krycek down gently, until his body was almost all
on the bed. Mulder let go of him to get the rest of Alex’s body onto the
bed, only to have one of his hands cupped and drawn close to Krycek’s body.
He used his one free hand to reach down and pull Krycek’s legs up onto the
bed, then sat down next to Krycek, still comforting him.

Within a few more minutes, the sobbing began to slow somewhat. Mulder
continued to reassure Krycek, all the while whispering comforting thoughts
and touching his face and hair gently. As it got quieter and quieter, Mulder
gently rose from the side of the bed to head for the bathroom and get a
cool washcloth for Alex. As his hands slipped from Alex’s body, Alex’s
body tensed. “No, Mulder… Don’t leave me! No!” he pleaded with him.
“Just stay with me, please?”

Mulder took his position with Krycek on the bed, climbing up behind him, an
stretched himself out, their bodies forming a comforting “spoon” position. He
held Krycek until exhaustion set in, and they slept.

——–

The first rays of sunshine entered Mulder’s window, falling gently upon
his face. As he started to once again become coherant, Mulder realized that
last night, for the first time in quite a while, he had slept quite well.
No nightmares, no waking up in the middle of the night, just a good
night’s sleep. It was then that he realized that he was not alone. A
warm body was next to his, it’s muscular form a complement to his own.
In an instant, the events of the previous night flooded his memory. He
opened his eyes and focused on Krycek’s body lying next to him, and
became aware that a pair of deep green eyes were studying him intensely.
“Krycek?” he began.

“Mornin’ Mulder…”

“How are you doing? You OK?”

Krycek sighed heavily. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m sorry about last night.
I had no idea that Brian…” he started, but as soon as the emotion began
to well up in him, he put his defenses up. “Well, there’s no sense in
going into that all over again.” Alex placed his hand out, putting it
gently on Mulder’s chest. “But thank you. Thanks for helping me out last
night.”

The rough hand on his chest startled Mulder slightly. As Krycek’s hand
lingered momentarily, it’s effect on Mulder started. His morning erection
which had been going away, now throbbed with new life in the pants he still
wore from the night before. Mulder blushed slightly and he stammered, “No,
uh, no problem. You needed help, and I was just doing what I needed to do.”

Krycek relized from the blush emerging on Mulder’s face, what effect his hand
was having on his ex-partner, and started to withdraw it. Though he was
attracted to Mulder, he didn’t want to jeopardize their newly created bond
with each other. As his hand drew nearer to his own body, Mulder suddenly
reached out and grabbed it with his own two hands and brought it towards him,
mimicing Krycek’s own actions of the night before. “Mulder…” he began,
but Mulder placed his palm back on his chest with one hand, and put his
fingers to Krycek’s lips, to quiet him.

“It’s ok.” Mulder said softly, his hands flowing gently from Krycek’s lips
to his hair, then to his shoulders. Mulder pulled himself and Krycek
together, his arms enveloping Krycek into his body. Krycek’s eyes
searched Mulder for an answer to his newfound behaviour, but found none.
What he did find was Mulder’s passion. The passion that Mulder used to focus
on his job, on his search for the truth, was now focused on Alex.

Mulder smiled nervously at Krycek. Though he had been bold enough to finally
go with his feelings, letting Krycek know how he felt, he was now unsure as
to his next move. The feelings of desire for another man had been repressed
deep down for so long. His arms began to betray him, and he began to shake
slightly with nervousness.

As if on queue, Krycek read the uncertainty within Mulder, and realized it
was his turn to comfort. He hugged Mulder tightly, drawing his lips to
Mulder’s. His lips grazed Mulder’s slightly, Mulder’s warm breath pouring
over his face. He put his lips to Mulder’s again, this time adding more
and more pressure. As they kissed, Krycek thrust his tongue deep into
Mulder’s mouth, exploring every inch of it. Mulder returned the kiss, his
hands now exploring his new lovers body, the muscles acting as an
intoxicant to both men.

Both men began to rip at each other’s clothing, wanting desperatly to be
as close to each other as possible. Mulder shed his shirt, while Krycek’s
pants and socks quickly followed to the floor. As each man stripped down,
skin drew over skin, heightening their passion. Mulder put his thumbs into
the waisteband of his boxers and began do draw them down, when Krycek’s
hand stopped him. Krycek’s eyes left Mulder’s, and he trailed kisses over
Mulder’s lips, down his throat, and into the small patch of hair on Mulder’s
chest. He paused slightly, giving each of Mulder’s eraserlike nipples a
generous lick with his hot tongue, then nipped at them lightly with his teeth.

Krycek continued raining kisses upon Mulder’s chest, then lingered around
his stomach where he licked the small bellybutton he found before him. As
he did so, Mulder sighed heavily, bringing out the formation of six well
defined abdominal muscles. He brought his hand to them, fondling them as
his teeth found the waistband of the underwear. As Alex’s hand continued
to explore Mulder’s torso, his teeth pulled down the boxers, revealing a
meaty cock already glistening with precum. With one last tug, the boxers
were now pulled down. Alex brought his nose up to the large, globelike
testicals that moved almost hypnotically in their sac. As he took in Mulder’s
aroma, his tongue darted out, lapping at both eagerly. Mulder began to buck,
thrusting into Alex’s face. Krycek brought his hand from where it had been,
playing with Mulder’s left nipple, and held the throbbing cock between his
fingers, aiming it for his mouth.

The sensation took Mulder by suprise. He felt as if his whole body had been
enveloped in warmth and moistness. When he opened his eyes and gazed up on
the site of Krycek going down on him, the sensations doubled. He thrust
deep into Alex’s throat, craving every inch of it for his own pleasure.
Just as he thought it could get no better, Alex took his member deeper
than Mulder had ever experienced. As he did this, Alex opened his mouth
slightly and began to lick at Mulder’s balls, as Mulder’s cockhead was
massaged by the muscles in Alex’s throat. “Oohh… You’ve gotta.. *UGH*
You’ve gotta stop, Krycek… *Mmmm*”

Alex knew that Mulder was close. He’d felt the cockhead flare in his mouth.
But he wasn’t done with Mulder just yet. He let Mulder’s cock slip from
between his lips, landing with a smack against Mulder’s stomach. Before
Mulder could signal this tremendous sense of loss, Alex was back up face-to-
face with Mulder, kissing him passionatly. “You, um, got any lube handy
Mulder?”

Mulder looked at him with a wicked grin spread across his face. He leaned
over to his nightstand and presented a tube of KY Jelly as if it were the
ultimate present. Krycek took it in his hand, undoing the top with his
fingers nimbly. He squeezed from the bottom of the tube, forcing the cold,
clear gel out and onto his forefinger. As he planted a kiss on Mulder’s
neck, his arm disappeared behind his own body, spreading the gel around his
anus generously. His hand then went to work spreading the substance over
Mulder’s thick cock, sending Mulder close to the edge.

Now prepared, Alex leaned down on his arm and kissed Mulder. In the next
instant, he leaned back pressing Mulder’s cock to the entrance of his ass.
Mulder instinctly bucked. “Whoa… Take it easy there. This will just take
a…” and with that, the head of Mulder’s cock penetrated the ring of his
ass, sending a slight burning sensation throughout Alex’s body. He inhaled
through his teeth and slammed his eyes shut, as if to rid himself of the pain
that he felt. It seemed to work. Alex exhaled and looked down on Mulder’s
face and chest, as he lowered himself further onto Mulder’s cock.

Alex lifted his body slightly, countering Mulder’s thrusts. With each one,
Mulder got deeper and deeper into Alex’s body, threatening to lose himself.
As Mulder’s hands guided Krycek’s hips, Krycek took his hand and began to
masturbate himself. With each stroke, clenched his asscheeks, and action that
Mulder felt as he pumped his cock into Alex. Alex met each stroke with that
of his hand on his cock, trying to intensify the session even more. Though
he wanted this moment to last forever, he felt himself approach the edge.
As his fist flew faster on his cock, he looked deep into Mulder’s eyes, the
pools of green that seemed to be screaming to him. That was all it took.
Alex threw his head back and moaned, while his cock sent semen flying all
over Mulder’s chest and his thighs. As he kept pumping out the milky white
substance, his ass tightened, sending Mulder to the edge. Krycek’s orgasm
started to subside, as Mulder thrust deeply into his ass. Mulder’s hands
pushed Krycek’s hips down as far as they would allow, as he spilled his seed
deep into Alex’s body. Mulder cried out, as the last of his cum made it’s
way into Krycek’s ass.

Alex collapsed on top of Mulder, both bodies panting heavily as if just having
finished a marathon. He kissed Mulder in an open mouthed, breathy kiss, and
let Mulder’s cock slip from his ass. As Alex lay down next to him, the two
stared into each other’s eyes, preserving the moment. Alex lay on his side,
resting his head on Mulder’s heaving chest and played with the small
hairs found there. Without another word, Mulder cradled Krycek into his
arms, holding him to his chest until both were deep asleep.

——-

Mulder woke up, noting that his newfound lover was no longer at his side. He
got up and wandered through his apartment, not finding him. All he found was
a note that read, “I love you, and I WILL be back. Alex.” He pulled the note
to his chest and let out a painful sigh. “You’d better be, Krycek. You’d
better be…”

Finis.

Archiving old fic: “The Changing Room” – The X-Files – Mulder/Krycek

08/27/2011 Posted by walterh

The Changing Room, by Squidgie (from the mid 1990s)

This story contains a Male/Male graphic sexual encounter. If this is not
your cup of tea, or if you are under the age of 18 years, please do not
read this. Go and find something not so dirty.

All characters are owned by Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. No harm
is meant by this. This is purely fan-fiction. All comments are welcomed.
You can reach the author at walterh@squidge.org. All flames will be
properly extinguished with large doses of /dev/null.

This story takes place during the second season episode, Duane Barry. Mulder
and Krychek have reported to a hostage situation, and Mulder has begun dealing
and getting to know Duane Barry.

—————————————————————————-

“That’s it… I’m going in”, Agent Mulder said to himself. He felt there was
something real, something genuine about Duane Barry and his experiences, and
had to know first hand. The sudden loss of power, and the unexplained bright
light had provided him with his way in. Barry’s fear of being abducted had
caused him to fire his weapon, and one hostage was now down. But instead of
sending in two medics, Mulder had talked his way into posing as one. It was
the only way he would get in.

Mulder went about rationalizing his decision to the team, citing his background
with the criminal mind, his rapport with Duane, and everything else he could
throw at them. He glanced up at Agent Kazdin, her dark eyes hiding none of the
opinions she had of Mulder’s idea, much less Mulder at this point. “Don’t give
in to his psychosis” she kept reminding him. “Duane Barry is a sick, sick man.”

“I have to know this for myself.” Mulder shot back, and started walking, not
wanting to further be subject to the scorn from her eyes. He’d already secured
a uniform for himself, or at least almost. The black haired, blue eyed medic
was just about his size, and was currently in the building’s small restroom
changing out of it and into civvies. *knock* *knock* “You doing OK in there?”
Mulder asked as he wrapped on the door.

“Yeah” came the voice behind the door, and the door flung itself open. An
almost detached hand thrust the uniform to Mulder indignantly. As he reached
for the clothes, he noticed the arm, and most importantly the torso and body
to which it was connected. Lighter, soft hair covered the forearm, that led
to a very nicely shaped bicep. Following it with his eyes, he reached the
thick mat of hair that was the Medic’s chest. It seemed to be almost groomed,
it was so perfect. Two nipples jutted out like erasers, that made Mulder’s
mouth go dry, but it was the nice trail of hair that led to the top button of
the Medic’s jeans that almost did him in. It was pointing, almost inviting
Mulder to the wonderful package hidden underneath.

Mulder tried to regain his composure quickly, but it didn’t work. The sky blue
eyes looked cross at him, as one of the Medic’s eyebrows shot up. He grabbed
the clothing from the outstretched hand, and tried to make the most of the
situation. “Hmm… Looks like it’s cold in there” he tried, which only made
the eyebrow shoot up even more. The Medic reached back and grabbed his sweater,
threw another look his way, and hurriedly left the bathroom.

The agent shut his eyes, trying to block out the fact that he’d just made a
total ass of himself. “Oh well…”, he thought to himself. “I’ll make sure
someone else gets his uniform back to him, so I don’t go through *that* again.”
Opening his eyes, he looked around the small room, trying to figure out what
to do with his clothes once he got them off. After finding a hook just inches
above his head, he set the uniform down, and started tugging at his clothes.

Alex Krychek had returned. Slightly indignant, but returned none the less. It
seemed that he’d been deemed “coffee boy” sometime when his back was turned, as
the agents put in orders. “Years of training my ass…” he steamed, and whipped
around to go make a phone call. He caught something in his eye, but was too
late to avoid Agent Kazden and the remains of her cappucino. Before he knew it,
he had luke-warm coffee streaming down his side. “Thanks” he added,
sarcastically.

“I’ve outfitted one of you guys already… I don’t have clothes for two, you
know.” she said. This provoked a curious look from Alex. “While you were out,”
she explained, “Agent Mulder got it in his thick skull that he wants to go over
there. I tried to talk him out of it but he would have nothing of it. You’re
his partner, you try.”

Alex dropped the tissues he was using to dry himself off, and looked around.
“Where is he?” he asked, continuing to scan the room.

“Probably changing… I just saw the medic who donated his clothes walking away
from there,” she said, pointing to a back hall, “just a minute ago.”

“Thanks” said Alex, and headed off.

As he headed for the hallway, his mind wandered to thoughts of his partner in a
uniform. It didn’t help any that he had gotten his partner out of the pool,
wearing the skimpiest of bathing suits, just prior to coming to the scene.
Alex, who had had a thing for uniforms since his first boyfriend decided to go
out on Halloween all dressed up as a cop, was now really aching inside. But,
as he had a job to do, he tried to put it out of his head. As he arrived at
the door, he decided to make the most of the situation. Instead of knocking,
he reached for the knob. He smiled to himself when he turned, and found it
was not locked, then continued to turn and opened the door.

“OW!”

“What? What happened?” Alex questioned.

“Thanks for knocking me in the head, Krychek” said Mulder as he was pulling an
undershirt on. “What do you want to do next, break my arm?”

“Well,” Krychek started, as he took a long look at Mulder, who now had his back
to him, “I might consider it, if I can’t talk you out of this.”

“No deal, Krychek, I’m going, and you can’t make me change my mind.” He now
had pulled on the EMT shirt, and unzipped the loose fitting pants to tuck it
in. “That man is credible, and I need to get to him.”

Krychek pushed himself into the small room, closing the door behind him. “I
don’t think it’s such a good idea. The man’s a fruit cake, Mulder!”.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Now let me out.”

“No. I’m sorry, I can’t do that. I don’t think you should go. You need to
think about this.”

“Dammit Alex!” Mulder shouted, getting right into his partner’s face. “I have
to do this.” he added quietly, hoping his hushed tone would get him out of
there faster. He looked into the deep pools of green that were his partner’s
eyes. “I *need* to do this” he added, turning away. “So what’s it going to be?”

“Well, if you were a policeman,” he said, pointing to Mulder’s uniform, “I could
steal your night stick and make you stay here. But you’re not going to listen
to me…and I don’t have a night stick to bully you around with, now do I.”

“Tell you what… Next hostage situation I dress up as a cop, I promise.. Deal?”

Alex’s mind wandered back to his past, and before he could stop himself, he
gave a little laugh, saying, “I wish”. As soon as he realized what he’d said,
his face turned ashen, and his eyes darkened against his now reddening skin.
“I’m sorry, Mulder. I didn’t mean to say that.”

“‘s OK.” Mulder replied, his tone halfway between caution and excitement. “You
like that kind of thing, Krychek?”

Flushed, Krychek responded, “Just drop it Mulder… It’s not your scene, so
just drop it. I’m sorry I said it.”

“How do you know it’s not my scene? How do you know what makes my toes curl and
what doesn’t?” Now, throwing caution to the wind, he decided to add, “…and
how do you know I’m not hiding a night stick under this uniform?” That said,
he liesurly dropped his arms to his side, one hand tugging at the loose fabric
of his pants, showing a growing lump to the left of his zipper.

Alex had broken out in a cold sweat. As Mulder continued, his groping became
more pronounced, as did his hard cock’s outline in the drab blue pants. He
swallowed hard, as Mulder drew his face closer and closer, his green eyes
burning as hot as his skin that was now rubbing arm to arm with Krychek.
Mulder’s steaming breath was now on Alex’s neck, adding to his own extreme
heat. “All you gotta do is ask…” sighed Mulder, as he nuzzled against his
neck, planting light kisses just below his partner’s ear.

“Oh, Mulder” was what he had tried to say, but it became muffled, as Alex turned
his head, and drove his tongue deep into his partner’s mouth. It felt like
velvet. Alex’s hands were suddenly all over Mulder, exploring the body before
him, hungry for it. He wanted him; all of him. His hands went over Mulder’s
back, then to his chest, where his shirt was taken off in a flay of buttons and
fabric. His fingers found the pink nipples, waiting for his mouth to devour.
As his mouth worked, his hands found a mind of their own, digging into the
loose fabric of his new lover’s pants. As he kissed his way down, his hands
found what they were looking for…

“Suck it, Alex”, Mulder hissed… Not one to be disobedient, he fished out
Mulder’s rigid cock, and took it into one hand and his balls into another. A
flick of the tongue found his balls to be like silk, and he took one, then the
other into his mouth, rolling them around gingerly. By now, Mulder was
groaning loudly. Alex shot a hand up to Mulder’s mouth, to quiet him down,
but instead a finger was plunged into Mulder’s throat, showing him what Mulder
so desperately wanted. His finger receded out of Mulder’s mouth, and again
found the small mat of fur on his partner’s chest, seeking out the two small
prizes it held.

Alex softly let the balls slip from his mouth, and wound his other palm around
the rigid flesh that dangled in front of him hypnotically. He opened up to
accommodate the large member, while Mulder guided it into the warm mouth by
holding Alex’s head. Mulder thrusted his hips forward, causing Krychek to gag
slightly. After all, it’d been some time, and Mulder was larger than any other
he had gone down on. But within seconds, his throat opened up just like old
times, and Mulder was able to push his way deep into Alex’s mouth. Alex rested
his head against the door, and let Mulder do all of the work, taking from his
throat as he wanted to. By this time, his own cock hard and uncomfortable in
his suit pants, Alex had fished it out, and was pumping it furiously, stroke
to stroke with Mulder.

Mulder threw his head back, and Alex felt his partner’s balls drawing up into
their sack. He knew Mulder was close. With his free hand, he began stroking
Mulder’s testicles slowly, rolling them around between his fingers. This proved
all that his partner could take. As Mulder let out a throaty moan, Alex’s
felt spurt after spurt of warm, salty fluid fill his mouth. “Damn! He must not
have gotten off in weeks!” Alex thought to himself, as the fluid dripped from
the corners of his mouth. He continued to suck, swallowing as much of it as
he could take, all the while furiously working his member. Mulder
pulled back, and his now spent cock slowly withdrew from Alex’s mouth. Alex
felt two strong hands go under his armpits, and pulled him up from his kneeling
position, now face to face with Mulder. His partner lunged hungrily for Alex’s
mouth, wanting to taste himself on his tongue. Alex started moaning, and as
Mulder grabbed each of his nipples through his shirt, and twisted them almost
painfully, Alex shot his load all over Mulder’s now limp cock and stomach.
They stood motionless for a long while, neither wanting to spoil the moment.
Finally, with a deep penetrating kiss, they separated, finding their own
reflections in the room’s mirror.

“You know, I could get to like this, Krychek” Mulder said, as he searched for
some towels to clean himself up. “And I could *definatly* get used to it”,
which he followed with a quick peck on the lips.

Krychek got a coy look on his face, and said, “I could too. But one thing.”

“Yeah, Alex?”

Krychek smiled, “Just remember to wash that uniform before giving it back to
it’s owner.”

Mulder smiled, and started towards his partner. *KNOCK* *KNOCK* “Agent Mulder?
We’re ready to fit you with your vest and mic now” the voice said, from behind
the bathroom door.

Remembering where he was, and his original mission, Mulder replied back, saying
he’d be out soon, then waited for the footsteps outside of the door to quietly
fade out with the distance. Kryckek’s face turned down, momentarily forgetting
the passion they had shared and returning to the hostage situation at hand.
“I’ll be fine” urged Mulder, and put the palm of his hand gently on his
partner’s chest. Alex’s eyes rose to meet Mulder’s, and he smiled back. Yes,
he knew Mulder could handle himself.

“I know… Just be careful.”

“Well, if you can promise another performance like the one we just had, I
swear I will be.” He shot a smile to his partner, and left the small room,
ready for the task at hand.

finis